Category: Writing
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What is it then between us?
There are, they say, endless criteria that make “a New Yorker,” as opposed to someone who just lives here for a spell. Some say it’s three years minimum before you’ve earned the title. Others say five. Six. Ten. Still others say you’re not a New Yorker till you’ve hit a milestone like crying in public.…
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Americana
The TV set centered in the airy living room,breakfast flowing out of the kitchen, a fruit salad, garishly and gorgeously colorful,flavors waiting to be accepted into our plates.The screen door lets sunlight casually stream in,providing a view of rows of unextraordinarily neat suburban houses withthe greenest grass you ever did see.Next to the door, the…
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Ulster County
It’s all of us and the small towns that hurt us. Leaving you was like prison escape and I knew it. It was simple hard, I didn’t know how much poison there was in the water fountain water and school lunch until I left, coughing up blood every once and a while for years. “oh…
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Anyways
It’s just the way things are, they never change,told you I’ll tell you more later. The world spins with or without us,but know I wanted you here. Speeches only work in the presentand old words can’t save you later. And I can’t always be there. I was looking for the secret of the universe but…
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Sillage
In the city of lights there lived a blind old man named Didier. In the mornings he cried, in the evenings he drank, and his bones ached always. He had a son, Michel, and a wife, Ana, who both loved him while Ana was alive. Didier enjoyed eating, and he typically visited different bakeries around…
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Letting Your Dreams Fly
Objective: throw a roll of toilet paper through a hanging hoola hoop in front of students crazed on the fumes of homecoming. He’ll do it. He kept telling himself that all the days prior. And guess what? He did! I mean the kids went crazy. He went crazy. He ripped his shirt off because nobody…
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Small Stories for Kids: BACK TO THEIR PRIDE
Today’s issue of small stories for kids comes from Dante: One day Dante wakes up. He eats and he drinks. Once he’s done he gets dressed. He then gets in his vehicle: an emergency SUV! He has to check if the animals are hurt or sick. Any hurt or sick animals he has to rush…
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And Don’t Forget to Text Mom
everyone knowswhat to do by nowwhen the Active ShooterAlarm screams out:rush to a roomthat locks quickly,help the teacherbarricade the door, then hunker downbehind desks or inclosets, and awaitall your Thoughts and Prayers. Featured Download: If you would like a resource to help you write poetry like “And Don’t Forget to Text Mom,” CLICK HERE.
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My Brother’s Curls
I remember when you were bornA wavy-haired rebelSquealing against our mother’s arms.Now, Small shoes strike cement.A pitter patter in pursuitOf those fiery curls.They follow the flamesFlickering from your head,Unfettered.Don’t blame them for wanting,Chasing.Innocent freedom is a fleeting Godhood,And though you may fall in your play,And grow into the scuffs of age,My Prometheus brother:You do not…
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Natures Scream
I hate natures scream. For something so beautiful should never feel so loud. Tears into the pondHurt me as much as you For we are the same. I feel your pain and you feel mine, It’s as if we are intertwined. But oh so sadIs the truth Of I am you And you are me.You…
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Sightless
He sits in a boothawaiting his companionalone in the dark. The smell of cooked fishis one of comfort to thehunch in his stomach. He hears a voice say,“Are you having the usual?”He nods in reply. He savors the tasteof his traditional mealone bite at a time. A soft touch evokesthe memory of her face;his last…
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Unleashing the Individual on the Canvas of Writing
Writers are often frustrated because they are usually stuck in a corner of their own making. They ask questions like why can’t I write like Edgar Allan Poe or why doesn’t the Stephen King method of writing (1500 words a day) work for me? You can’t write like Poe because he is a product of…